Saturday, 29 November 2014

Not much to say this time, so it will be just an outfit post. As a student on a budget I'm in love with good bargains, like this heavy crop top from H&M. Leopard must be my favourite print of all since forever. It is so versatile, you can turn it easily from day look to night look and without looking cheap or messed up.
Happy weekend everyone, I'm off studying. Cheers!

Tuesday, 25 November 2014

Look smart but still casual, it's Sunday! (well, at least the pictures were taken on a Sunday)

I've read and seen on the Internet that many girls added to their wardrobes blazers for their obsession with Pretty Little Liars. I've never watched it and I have about 7 blazers. My secret? Gossip Girl. It's where I got my inspiration while shopping when I was circa 16. And I will be forever grateful to the stylists of GG for changing my view on headbands, skirts, pretty but smart attire. And macaroons.

And - monochrome for the win!

The boots were quite an alternative choice of an anniversary gift from my boyfriend. Luckily they're so comfy, cool and warm. My inner 14 year-old punk is happy.

Sunday, 23 November 2014

Beautiful is a woman who has a distinctive personality, one who can
laugh at anything, including themselves, who is especially kind and
caring to others. She is a woman who above all else knows the value of
having fun, and not taking life too seriously. She is a woman that you
can trust and count on to brighten your day. She is a woman who can
inexplicably make you feel really good just by being around her, and yet
brings such great sadness when she is gone. She is a woman who I will
never really get to know. by Your friend forever
July 20, 2005

This must be one of the most accurate descriptions of what is beautiful, a beautiful woman.

Really, what is beautiful? What is worth being called beaufitul? The word itself is being misused so much these days and it has to get back to its real meaning and value.
Beauty is subjective, never objective. A rose can be beautiful but there will be one person in the crowd who will prefer lilies instead.

One of my favourite words from William Shakespeare's "Romeo & Juliet" (Act II, Scene II)What's in a name? that which we call a roseBy any other name would smell as sweet;(source: wiki)

Why this quote? Because the word "beauty" can be replaced with so many other words, subjectively of course. For me, personally, "beauty" is my boyfriend's heart, his eyes, the sunsets, the sunrises, late mornings, perfectly made coffee, it is the feeling of being loved and to love others, it is the pterodactyls in your stomach while being in love, art, walks, smiles and I could go forever like this. I've learned that so many things in this life are beautiful and worth being called that. What I've noticed moving from a big city to a small village is that we adjust our standards of beauty by what we see day to day, what surrounds us and we are influenced maybe a bit too much from others' points of view.
In a small village a girl with straight hair, dark brown eyes and skinny legs will be the most beautiful girl of the village. But then in a bigger city the criteria changes drastically. In my hometown Riga the answer of what is beautiful will be much more different than from the little town Sarnico where I lived last year.
Alas, I'm so curious how someone from New York City or Johannesburg would define "beautiful", "beauty".

What makes one beautiful? Their facial features? Their body? Or their mind?
In my little life of 21 years I've learned, oh if I've learned, that the true beauty is in the feelings, how others make you feel. Of course, looking at a pretty face is much easier than accepting other people's acne or weird hair colour. But a pretty face fades while a beautiful heart remains.
A beautiful body can't be framed in some categories, we all have something to offer and something that we just want to hide from the world. And we must learn that we are not perfect, no one is, not even Robert Downey Jr. (shocker, right? still love him tho). No one and nothing can judge what is and what isn't worthy of appreciation. Love can open one's eyes, for real. It has opened mine to so much beautiful things around me that I haven't considered before, new friendships and new things, and new mistakes, expand your knowledge's horizons and let you enjoy life much much more and make you feel actually happily overflowing with beauty that is around us.

Saturday, 22 November 2014

It's one of those nostalgic Saturday mornings when I scroll through some old photos with a slow cup of coffee and some chill music in the background. These photos must be my favourite ones from one of the fun shoots I did with my dear hun, Tania, still in Italy, 05.03.2013.

Abandoned "castle", palm trees, super cold March day and my ATM new leather skirt. In love.

In some of the pictures I tried to set the vibe of Lana del Rey's "Paradise" majorly thanks to the palm trees, wind in my hair and warm colour retouch.

Thursday, 20 November 2014

I want to write down all the million hundred thoughts that are swirling through my mind right now. Some are beautiful, some are shallow, some are smart and some are awful, and then there's a click. A click that just shuts my mind when I try to start to write them down. I really do believe that some of them are worthy to be shared with, some not. So I carefully select the ones that I want to let out in words. And then I end up browsing random old photos, changing the song for the 5th time and feeling like I'm in a hurry and stuck in one place at the same time. I wonder if someone else also feels this way sometimes.

Like now, I just looked through my last 100 Facebook photos, what a sociopath.

Writing itself is actually such an intimate thing, to share what one has created is hard. I remember watching some interviews with Florence Welch, from Florence & the Machine, where she said, and I don't quote because it was such a long time ago and false quotations are the worst thing someone could do, that releasing her second album "Ceremonials" was scary. Scary! A musical genius with a voice to kill for was afraid to let the world hear her and blow everybody's minds. She post-poned the release date because it didn't feel ready or right and I absolutely get that. For us it is another masterpiece from her and her band, a truly unique music, honey for our ears. For her it's her work, her insides are layed out in the open for the whole world to hear. Not all people are so brave to share their minds and hearts with others. For some of us it's even hard to open up to our friends, families or lovers. Imagine sharing your piece of mind with the w h o l e world. Or at least with the people who are interested in reading/hearing/seeing what you've worked on.

Some artists just pop out one record after another, some writers do the same with books. I don't mean that that way they're no good, but I believe more in the music that you have to wait for and the books that you can't wait for. The wait makes it a hundred times better and it's even more wonderful if the thing that you're either hearing or reading or watching is already a piece of art, the whole time spent waiting on an album or a book becomes justified even and you know that the wait was worth it. You feel relieved and happy.

In school I've never had even one minute of struggle when I had to write an essay. But that was so easy actually, you are given an argument, an idea and you just have to elaborate it with your own experiences, thoughts and critique. Writing on your own, finding your own inspiration and where to start from isnt' that easy as a 60-minute essay.

I'm just hoping for that click to never visit me again, because I have so much I want to express through words.